1. Milestone-The Next Day


    Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: True Story, Cheating, Straight Sex, Older, Voyeur, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Source: sexstories.com

    Milestone- The next day. Whether it was the wine, the stress of travel, the extracurricular activities, or all of them together I must have blanked out completely. Woke up in the early pre-dawn hours my head spinning in confusion as if trying to come out of trance. Did I over do it last night? Did I over imbibe? Was it all just a drunken dream? My eyes attempted to adjust to the dark of the room; a slight stream of filtered light poked a tentacle in the dark gray, almost charcoal medium of air. Just enough light to make out the form of my son lying next to me…and as my eyes focused…the NAKED form of my son! I sat up quickly, my hands making feverish exploratory motions over my own body. Shit! I am naked…my fingers touch my lips…did I really? I mean really…did these lips do…what to my son? My son’s…PENIS! A shudder ran through my entire body. Needed to get out of there…to put some distance between. Needed a walk to make any sense of my actions. So threw on shorts, top, and sandals and walked as far as I dared. Way out on a skinny spit of land that jutted far out from the island and plunked down on a rock. With my head in my hands, went over mentally the entirety of the previous day, trying to rationalize any and all of my actions. Kept coming to the pinnacle of the day…it was not Mark’s fault. I am the adult, the parent…damn it…my own kid! The overall generalizations soon materialized into specifics, then details. The vision of my son with that lady next door came back to me ...
    in panoramic color…her apparent bliss. His…His voracity…his cock! Oh my God! His cock…my God…that cock, that wonderful cock. My fingers unconsciously traced my lips. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I nuts? For Christ sake…I am a fucking CREEP! Then the sun broke over the horizon and as the rays raced towards me across the calm surface of the Caribbean they scared the darkness from my soul, the lectors of self-loathing ejected from me in fits and shudders. Today is my birthday…my fortieth birthday, crossing a threshold to where I cannot come back from. The purpose of this whole trip…it was about me, about my self-indulgence, of not allowing me to restrain from any personal or societal mores. So be it, check one item off, I am better at oral sex than I ever thought…and I am more desirable to the opposite sex than I ever intended as the picture of the two guys on the beach yesterday crystallized in my brain. The picture of Mark’s eyes turning to lust as he manipulated my tits last night in the whirlpool…the response of his cock even though it had already been through a vigorous work out during the day. Yes…I still had it; I have what it takes to entice, to excite, to prompt into action…a physical specimen of the opposite sex even less than half my age. I got up with confidence, striding strongly back in the direction of the resort. My mind made up. I needed a good fucking, and my target was Mark’s cock, son or no son. The sun was up and radiating its heat as I opened the door ...
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